The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 165. I’ll perform my husbandly duties.

Chapter 165: 165. I’ll perform my husbandly duties.

"I am going to put my trust in you, do not break it. I don’t know what I will do if you break my trust again." Neriah wondered why his words sounded like that. To be precise, it was more like she just disobeyed him, not breaking his trust.

However, what he was saying now made her realize that indeed she wanted him to trust her, that was why she had asked him to believe her. And all he asked was that she never break his trust again. It was a simple request... The father of her unborn child was asking such a simple thing from her, there was no reason to refuse him.

"I won’t." She reassured him and when he opened his mouth to speak again, she broke the inch between them and placed her lips on his own. She had never done it before. She had never initiated a kiss, not with the sincerity she was feeling at the moment.

His fingers crawled from her neck into her hair as she kissed him. His other hand snaked around her waist and held her closer to his body as he responded to her kiss.

Her hands that held on to his robe crept up the side of his face and tenderly, her slender long fingers traced his jawline, feeling the slightly rough surface as their kiss deepened.

Apart from the joining sounds of their lips, and their breaths that they struggled to hold on to, the room was completely silent. And the sound of their kiss made a sweet rhythm into the night .

"Ah..." They both breathed as slowly, their kiss drew to an end, one that Neriah was not looking forward to.

"Tell me Riah," He suddenly said and the corners of her lips rose up high as he said her name, "Since when, my dear spitfire, since when did my lovely wife begin to demand the touch of this barbaric husband of hers. When did she begin to demand he perform his husbandly duties?" He chuckled as he said the last two words, laying much emphasis on them.

Neriah blushed at his question. Why was he asking her a question that had no answer?! There was no way to answer that because even she had no idea when it began. When did she begin to need him? When did she begin to crave and yearn for his touch? When did she begin to care about the way he saw her, the way she acted around him? When did she begin to care about him talking to her or not. She had no idea what the answer to that question was.

"Do not ask me such questions." She said and once again, she buried her head into his chest.

His hand on her head gently tugged at her hair, urging her to look up at him. "Why?" He asked as he casually combed through her hair with his fingers.

"Because I do not have an answer." She replied still with her head buried on his chest. It was the most comfortable place to be.

Laying atop his body like he was the most natural bed in the world. If she had just stared at him from afar, she would have sworn that his body would be very uncomfortable to lay on because of how strong and muscled he looked. But the truth was although his body was indeed strong and hard like rock, it was not uncomfortable. Not even a little. In fact she had never had a better bed.

"Riah," He called her name and it was compelling, so she lifted her head and eyes to meet and match his. His fingers moved from her hair again and strolled to her face, stroking her ever so tenderly.

"You are one troublesome wife to tame." He said with a smile. "So does this mean I have successfully tamed you?" He asked and she frowned and pouted, but then the frown straightened and her pout turned into a smirk rose to her face.

"You wish." She replied. "You are the barbarian between us, you’re the one who needs taming. Are you tamed?" She asked in turn and a scoff left his throat.

"You wish." He said and she laughed hard. "It is not so easy to tame this barbarian." He shook his head and she only nodded.

"Do make these kinds of demands more often, my darling," He suddenly said and she wondered what he was talking about. "I think I do enjoy the feeling of you demanding I perform my husbandly duties and give you what is yours by right."

Neriah was not given the chance to react to his words, she was flipped and made to lay on her back, while her dear husband stared down at her like a god over her fate.

"And I will give it to you." He crooned over her lips and she could already feel her heart racing in anticipation. "I can’t say no to you. So just tell me, tell me how long you can go for." Dear lords, he was saying words that she really wanted to hear. Every word he uttered sounded so right in her ear.

"I’ll give you what is yours by right all night long." He breathed into her ear and her neck curled at the sweet tingle that crept down her neck to her chest. "Till the sun is high up in the sky. And you will chant my name in praises, and devotions, and passion till your lungs give out." She blushed, his eyes were upon her face again and she wondered how he could say those words without being bashful, not even a little bit.

"Do you want that, my love?" He asked and his fingers drew a straight line from her neck down to the deep V of her nightgown. It burned... Her skin burned with desire for the only man who could actually cause such sweet ripples to move in her stomach. "Is that what you require of me?" He asked and there was only one definite answer to that question...

"Yes, Barak. Aye." All she needed was him at that moment. It felt like the only right thing in the world. Like she would almost die without it. Her hands slipped around his neck and he allowed her pull him closer to her and her eyes moved from his lips to his eyes and then back to his lips, "That is exactly what I require of you."

There was no need for words any longer, the words had given way for the mingling of their bodies to take place. Her lips took his and molded over his own with much reciprocated hunger.

"Was this your idea of seducing a forgiving heart out of me?" He asked as his hand pushed down the tiny strap of her garment.

"I didn’t know what to do to appease your anger." She confessed as her fingers found the rope that held his robe by his waist and tugged at it.

His lips moved to her ear and he whispered, "It worked." And he bit her ear as she finally successfully untied the rope at his waist and he pushed down the dress from her body till she was as naked as a newborn babe. She pushed back the robe from his shoulders and he let her slide it down his arms. It was the first time she was doing such and he clearly enjoyed it.

Perfectly naked before each other, Neriah’s arms held his shoulder and back as though she meant to press him into her body, "My weight will crush you." He told her, but she held him still and just took in the feel of his naked flesh upon hers. It was so satisfying, just feeling all of his body without any clothes in between them. It was really nice. She could feel everything. His strength, his firmness and his desire for her, she could feel it throbbing at her lower belly.

"Ah, Spitfire, you torment me." He said and she kissed his broad shoulder. He took her lips and his hand searched for her hands. When he found them, he took them and entwined their fingers, pressing her upon the bed. Their breaths of pleasure mingled and filled the air as he took his time to kiss the beauty of her neck and shoulder blades.

"Aye," She breathed when his hand left one of her own and went on to position his pintle at her entrance. She felt him graze her there and sweet shocks overtook her system just because of the small contact. "Aye, take me." She said words that he had always been the one to say. "Take all of me." She said again and his lips found her breast. Her free hand reached up and sant into his hair and as he slid into her her grip tightened and her lips parted while her lashes blinked.

"Be gentle." She said, "Be gentle tonight." She said again. She wasn’t sure if it was right to do this when pregnant, but since they did it just some days ago and the baby was still fine, didn’t it mean it was fine to do it? She wasn’t sure, so she was going to be careful. They’d do it gently tonight. As long as she got to hold him like this, she was fine.

And when he began to thrust as gently as she had requested, she could feel and hear every single thing. Every breath, every moan, every thrust... The slow squelching sounds of his thrusts into her core. She could hear everything and indeed, it was good. So... So fulfilling.